I hear the hymns divine
As the soft air brushes
Them past my ear,
The celestial songs of
Precious praise,
As I taste them from
The breath of angels
The wonder of God's
Charming grace,
The thoughts of loving
The Lord's embrace
I feel His smile,
The warmth of His
Eternal light,
It glows so softly
With heavenly delight
It touches me gently
In this divine place.
As the soft air brushes
Them past my ear,
The celestial songs of
Precious praise,
As I taste them from
The breath of angels
The wonder of God's
Charming grace,
The thoughts of loving
The Lord's embrace
I feel His smile,
The warmth of His
Eternal light,
It glows so softly
With heavenly delight
It touches me gently
In this divine place.